Long before I had Misha, my grandmother took in two strays who then had a litter of puppies before she could get them spayed and neutered. Eventually all the puppies were given away, ran away, or got killed in the road. My brother's dog, Cream, was hit by a car and lost a leg, and continued to live for many years with small seizures. Eventually his seizures got really bad and he died from one. Tuffy hadn't gone out in the road since Cream was hit, but was getting older and arthritic. Tuffy was deemed "my dog" and was probably born in 1997-1998. About six weeks ago he was freaked out by a thunderstorm and causing too much havoc in the utility room, so they let him outside. He apparently ran into the road and got hit. I just found out over vacation -- he was a good, old dog.
